Whirling smoke

I burn like a cigarette

Between your smoky lips

I die

Between your deft fingers

I enter your soul

And take your shape

Inside you

I become you

And then I come out

I become the air you breathe

I color everything grey

I dance around you

In perfect circles

Like one self-defying Sufi

Rising high in your love

Nothing remains same after

I change everything

Your taste

Your smell

Your eyes

Your words

Your thoughts

Dripping bit by bit

 From the tip of your cigarette

I lay dead on the ashtray of time

I don’t regret

My whole life is spent